Erebos had yet to experience those moments of sentimentality over broken, inanimate objects (perhaps in part because Deimos could repair most), but he blinked, looking at the bell and wondering if he’d be upset if it shattered in his hands, or much like this Ancient, wholly unbothered. Another suggestion of another’s preferences and appeals – where some would leave things broken and demolished, and call it a day, and others would be shattered alongside (though, probably not over a bell).
He finally glanced back at the merchant, looking horrifically unnerved, and gave a bright grin to the worker as well – as if that might alleviate any impending damage. Watching as the product was wrapped and boxed, the youth’s brows furrowed and narrowed at the trail of logic, which wasn’t a common occurrence in his childish mind yet. “Oh, true, I suppose.” His free hand went to the pocket money lying dormant in his clutches, just waiting to be spent. Snagging at the coins, he glanced at them, then back at the bell. “I bet I could still have some leftover for treats.” His eyes trailed back to his father, deep in discussion with another merchant and clearly trying to placate Idalia, whose face had appeared over her carrier and giving significant stink eye, because ordinarily Deimos would be the voice of reason and oh no it wasn’t going to be able to reach him from there.
“I’ll buy this too!” he sprung back towards the owner, and listened while his was also placed carefully, far more than when either Ancient or boy had handled the objects. The dawning of reality struck him with a loud gasp, before he turned back to the much taller individual and glanced upward again, as if understanding had only connected synapses. “OH! You’re Danta! You work with Kiada!”
He finally glanced back at the merchant, looking horrifically unnerved, and gave a bright grin to the worker as well – as if that might alleviate any impending damage. Watching as the product was wrapped and boxed, the youth’s brows furrowed and narrowed at the trail of logic, which wasn’t a common occurrence in his childish mind yet. “Oh, true, I suppose.” His free hand went to the pocket money lying dormant in his clutches, just waiting to be spent. Snagging at the coins, he glanced at them, then back at the bell. “I bet I could still have some leftover for treats.” His eyes trailed back to his father, deep in discussion with another merchant and clearly trying to placate Idalia, whose face had appeared over her carrier and giving significant stink eye, because ordinarily Deimos would be the voice of reason and oh no it wasn’t going to be able to reach him from there.
“I’ll buy this too!” he sprung back towards the owner, and listened while his was also placed carefully, far more than when either Ancient or boy had handled the objects. The dawning of reality struck him with a loud gasp, before he turned back to the much taller individual and glanced upward again, as if understanding had only connected synapses. “OH! You’re Danta! You work with Kiada!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
